The flesh he stole and crudely shaped began to feel like a mockery of his former glory-a cage only slightly larger than the sword.
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Though his grasp of such magics had been limited in life, he learned to take control of a mortal in the span of single breath, and in battle he discovered he could feast on his victims to build himself ever larger and stronger.Īatrox traveled the land, searching desperately, endlessly, for a way return to his previous Ascended form… but the riddle of the blade proved unsolvable, and in time he realized he would never be free of it. In the years that followed, Aatrox groomed many more hosts-men and women of exceptional vitality or fortitude.
Aatrox seized upon this opportunity, forcing his will and an imitation of his original form onto his bearer, though the process quickly drained all life from the new body. until some nameless mortal was foolish enough to try and wield the blade once more. For centuries, he strained against this hellish confinement. The weapon was a prison, sealing his consciousness in suffocating, eternal darkness, robbing him even of the ability to die. A force greater than a thousand dead suns pulled him inside the sword he had carried into battle countless times, and forever bound his immortal essence to it. Never fearing any foe, Aatrox and his armies were ready, and he realized only too late that they had been deceived. It is said that the Aspect of Twilight gave mortals the knowledge to trap the darkin, and the newly reborn Aspect of War united many in fighting back against them. Mortals fleeing the conflict came to know them instead by a new and scornful name: the darkin.įearing that these fallen Ascended were as dangerous to Runeterra's survival as the Void incursions had been, the Targonians intervened. Without any monarch to defend, or the existential threat of the Void to test them, Aatrox and the Sunborn began to clash with one another, and eventually this became a war for the ruins of their world. even noble Aatrox.Īnd in time, Shurima fell, as all empires must. Though Shurima had triumphed, they all had lost something in their victory. But the surviving Ascended, the self-described Sunborn, had been forever changed by what they had encountered. When Setaka, the Ascended warrior-queen, called for his help against the rebellion of Icathia, Aatrox answered without hesitation.īut no one predicted the extent of the horrors that the rebels would unleash-the Void quickly overwhelmed its Icathian masters, and began the grinding annihilation of all life it encountered.Īfter many years of desperate battle, Aatrox and his brethren finally halted the Void's perverse advance, and seared the largest rifts shut. So true and just was his conduct that other god-warriors would always gather at his side, and ten thousand mortals of Shurima marched behind him. He was at the vanguard of every noble conflict. Remade as one of the Ascended, his wings were the golden light of dawn, and his armor sparkled like a constellation of hope from beyond the great veil.Īatrox was his name. In ancient times, long before desert sands swallowed the empire, a mighty champion of Shurima was brought before the Sun Disc to become the avatar for a now forgotten celestial ideal. but few know his real name, or the story of his fall.
Whether mistaken for a demon or god, many tales have been told of the Darkin Blade.
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